While he waited for Quint’s call, Gideon ordered dinner from room service. He’d barely begun eating when his phone rang.
“Cole’s fine with tonight. He can be at the hotel around nine-thirty, so we’ll see you then.”
“Good,” was Gideon’s brief reply before hanging up.
He wanted to see Cole, more than he liked to admit. Stupid of me. He thinks I’m straight and I should keep it that way. But…Hell, for all I know, he’s very happy that I am, if that makes sense. I don’t even know how he feels about me. I could be so far off base I’m playing in another stadium. Have I been reading things into the few brief interactions we’ve had? Probably. Definitely, I’m sure. He sighed before taking another bite of the very good steak. Why him? Why now? He’s nothing like Robin. After twenty years, I’m used t
